Page 24 of Haze (Serpents of Chaos MC #2)

HAZE

Ghost is pissed, but I didn’t even know Xanthe was going to be here tonight, and I didn’t make him walk down the stairs with Daisy. He could have sent her off alone.

I got what I needed but at a price for him, and I don’t feel good about that.

The marker I owe him is going to be a big one.

Keeping an eye on Luella, Ora, and Xanthe on the dance floor, I spot Ghost in the corner, leaning against the wall, watching Xanthe with undisguised interest. When Ghost fixates on something, it doesn’t always end well.

War moves to the dance floor, standing behind Ora, not letting anyone near her.

I turn to Blade, who’s standing at the pool table, also watching Luella.

He can look, but if he makes a move, we’re going to have a problem.

The party is starting to get a little wilder, with Omen now fucking someone on the couch.

She’s riding him, and he’s lying back drinking his beer.

He’s clearly already enjoying the perks of wearing a patch.

I wonder how Luella will take that. Her face already went red with what she walked in on in the pole room.

With another vodka cranberry in my hand, I walk to her on the dance floor and hand it to her.

We haven’t fucked with her tipsy yet, and I feel like I’m in for a treat.

She’s wild enough without it, so I can only imagine what I’ll be getting tonight.

“Thanks.” She smiles, touching her mouth to mine.

I ask Ora and Xanthe if I can get them anything, but they are both fine.

Ora can’t drink, and Xanthe is staying sober to drive back home tonight.

Before I can head back to the bar, Luella pulls me in for a dance.

I’m not much of a dancer, but when she grinds her ass back against me, I’m not going to complain.

When I turn to my right, I spot Amy standing there, licking her lips as she watches me.

Damn! That bitch doesn’t give up.

Ignoring her, I keep my eyes on Luella. It’s not long until I can’t take any more of her teasing, so I pick her up and carry her up the staircase and down the long hallway. Suit’s door is open, and when I hear Luella’s gasp, I pause and twist my neck to see what’s going on.

Suit is lying back on the bed while a woman rides him.

I know exactly why Suit leaves his door open—he likes to watch and be watched.

I pause, knowing Luella likes to watch, too, even though she won’t admit it out loud.

I’d never shame her for any kinks she has.

In fact, I’m looking forward to finding out every single one, but no other man is going to be seeing or touching her.

I almost wanted to kill Suit for watching her come for me.

That’s reserved only for me. Suit has watched me fuck other women before, but it’s different with Luella.

Slowly stepping past his room and to mine, I lock the door behind us and throw her on our new bed. I moved her shit in here earlier. Stepping to the edge of the mattress, I lift her feet against my chest, running my hands up her calves before undoing the straps on her heels.

“Did you like seeing Suit fuck that woman?” I ask her, sliding one shoe off and then the other. I press a kiss to the arch of her feet.

“Haze.”

“You don’t need to answer me. Your pussy will do that for you.” I grin, spreading her thighs and pulling down her black panties. Swiping my tongue up from her pussy to her clit, I slide two fingers inside. “Fucking drenched.”

“Haze,” she whimpers, threading her fingers through my hair.

“Don’t be shy, Luella. Whatever you want, I’ll be the one giving it to you. Now, be a good girl and take off your dress and bra. I want to see all of you.”

She sits up and does as she’s told.

And then, on my knees in front of her, I eat her like a starved man.

I’m fully dressed while she’s completely naked.

And that is so fucking sexy.

After I make her come twice, I strip down, lay back, and get her to ride me.

And just like I guessed, she’s so fucking uninhibited.

Perfect.

I’ve only ever needed Luella.

And all of those other women put together could never come close to her.

* * *

Luella is fast asleep, her chest to my back, when my phone vibrates, and Aspen’s name appears on the screen.

“Hello,” I answer softly, my voice thick with sleep. “You okay?”

“No,” she replies, sounding hollow and scared. I hear music in the background. “I messed up.”

“What did you do?” I sit up and get out of bed, throwing on my jeans.

“I need you,” she mutters and then ends the call.

Fuck.

Kissing Luella’s cheek, I get dressed and hop on my bike. When I pull up at my house, all my lights are on, and cars are everywhere. She’s thrown a fucking party. There’s a woman out the front on my lawn, throwing up.

“For fuck’s sake, Aspen,” I whisper, sighing.

It’s not the first time she’s done something like this, but when she comes back to me, I usually stay with her.

Because of Luella, I’ve been at the clubhouse more than I’ve been watching over her.

A feeling of guilt hits me, but it’s quickly erased when I see the sheer number of people in my fucking house getting high and drunk.

Someone steps in behind me, and I turn around to Sheriff Grayson. “Got a noise complaint,” he says, taking in the mess around us.

“Oh shit, the cops are here!” someone calls out, and everyone starts panicking, rushing around, and leaving.

“No one can clear a room like you, Sheriff, and for once, I’m grateful.” I grin, and he smirks.

“Aspen?”

I nod.

“You go find her, I’ll clear these assholes out.”

“Appreciated,” I fire back, heading up the stairs.

I find her in the guest room naked and passed out. I cover her with the sheet and then try to wake her. “Aspen?”

Her brown eyes open, muddled. “Yeah?”

“Hospital?” I ask, trying to see how lucid she is.

She shakes her head. “No, I’m not that fucked up.”

“What did you take?”

She goes silent.

“You need to go to the rehab center. I can’t keep letting you do this,” I whisper, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. “I want my sister back.”

“I’m right here,” she breathes, licking her dry lips.

I get her some water, then leave to let her sleep it off.

Sheriff Grayson is arresting a man as I step back down the stairs.

“Drugs?”

“Yep, taking a few of them in. If I didn’t know you didn’t touch that shit, Haze, I’d be searching your whole fucking house right now,” he mutters, his jaw tensing.

“I need to get her into rehab,” I say to myself, gritting my teeth.

“Yes, you do. The people here tonight are bad news, Haze. She needs to get away from them all because she’s never going to get sober otherwise. Find one with involuntary commitment. There’s no other way she will go.”

I’m not the only one who has been dealing with Aspen’s drug problems around here. Grayson has been around to help her on more than one occasion.

He’s right.

I need to force her. Again.

And I hope this time, it makes a difference.